Hope you enjoy this even though it’s a quite serious issue. Always remember that you are beautiful and that your worth everything. Life can be cruel sometimes but wherever it’s dark there is also light. You’re loved! xoxo
(Picture is not mine!)
With a huge
smile on my face and my heart skipping beats between my chest, I closed the
door to my house behind me and slowly made my way to my boyfriend’s place. Even
though I just saw him a couple of hours ago, I couldn’t wait to see him again. Every
second I spent without him was wasting precious time and I definitely couldn’t allow
it. Whenever we were apart, I had the urge to haste to him and just be with him,
in his arms. I missed him always, no matter if he had seen him hours or even
minutes ago. He meant so much to me, I could not even imagine a complete life
walking, I went through different ideas in my head about how we could pass some
time. There were occasions were Marcel and I just watched romantic comedies,
because they were his favorite, all cuddled up against each other or we took a
walk outside, talking about different stuff. Sometimes, we sat there and did
not talk to each other, being wrapped in each other’s arms, just enjoying the
silence that surrounded us. As long as I was with Marcel, I was the happiest
girl in the world and nothing would ever change this.
finally arrived at Marcel’s, I knocked on the door gently. However, after
waiting for a few minutes, nobody had still opened the door for me so I took
out a spare key that Marcel gave me to his house so I had always access to it
whenever I wished to be there. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, being
greeted by nothing but silence.
called after him.
I was wondering if nobody was at home but
according to Marcel’s shoes placed besides the entry I assumed he had to have
are you at home?”
As I got no
response, I walked towards the stairs to check up if he was upstairs in his
room. Maybe he had been in the shower, that’s why he hadn’t noticed my presence
yet. With hasty steps, I walked up the stairs and headed to his room. I wanted
to push down the handle as suddenly I perceived sobbing sounds on the other
side. With worry immediately consuming me, I pushed the door open only to be
confronted with the most horrific image that I had seen in my entire life. My
heart wrenched immediately in my chest and I felt a stinging pain that could
have been compared to what you would feel when you would have been stabbed by
the corner of the room, Marcel was placed in a seated position on the ground.
In one hand, he held a sharp razor while his other wrist was injured. Blood
dripped from his wound and soaked his pants with the red liquid. His eyes were
blood-shot and he cried uncontrollably, more and more tears slid along his rosy
cheeks. I ran towards him and let myself fall to the ground right in front of
what have you done?!” I squealed in disbelief. I knocked the razor out of his
hand which landed a few meters away from us. Taking his hands in mine, I
started to examine the wound he had created. He had damaged his soft skin.
what is this? Why have you done this?” He kept his head tilted down in shame,
refusing to look at me in the eyes. To my dismay, I found out that it wasn’t the
first time he had cut himself. I discovered a few more scars along his wrist,
some of them were even fresh and new, probably being cut a not long time ago.
Realization hit me like a heavy brick and I had realized that my boyfriend cut
himself behind my back and I was foolish not to recognize it. How could I
oversee a serious issue like this? What kind of girlfriend had I been?
against the urge to cry and scream because I knew I had to be strong for him.
Whatever reason had leaded him to the choice of harming himself, I would find
it out but now he needed my comfort and support.
rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kid. Taking the utensils I
needed, I went back to Marcel and started to treat his wound. Luckily, the cut
wasn’t too deep as I could tell and it would heal very soon.
wadding pad and soaked it with a disinfectant. “This may sting a little.” I
told him, dabbing it carefully along his wound. He hissed slightly to the contact.
After I cleaned the injury, I wrapped a bandage afterwards so it would heal
not calmed down yet, still crying whatever made him cry.
going on?” I croaked, pulling him into my arms. He wrapped his own weakly
around my body and nestled his face in the crook of my neck, his tears covering
my skin. I wondered what had made him so upset, so desperate that he felt like
he had to punish himself with cutting his wrist. I gave him time as much as he
needed to relax, stroking his hair gently and humming his favorite song in his
tell me what happened. Tell me what had made you so upset.”
deserve you, (Y/N).” He croaked. “I don’t deserve you. I’m worthless. I still
have no idea why you’re with me. I’m a nerd. Pathetic and worthless. Why are
you doing this to yourself? I’m ruining your image.”
went wide open as the harsh words escaped his lips. I felt another sting in my
heart but this time it hurt so much more than the time before that.
you talking about, Marcel?”
“You know I
ruin your reputation and yet you’re with me. Why (Y/N)? Is it because of pity?
Do you pity me?”
planted such bullshit into his head, was going to pay for it. Somebody has
messed up his brain so badly, that Marcel started to doubt my feelings for him.
that’s not true, Marcel. None of this is true, baby. Why are you talking like
a pathetic little shit who thinks somebody like you could ever love me.” He
started to cry again. I felt absolutely helpless, out of words. Marcel had been
upset before but never had it been this bad about our relationship.
“I do love
you, Marcel. Gosh, I love you so so much. You’re the best that has happened in
my life and I’m not going to stop loving you. I can’t live without you… Please
pathetic…” He whimpered. “I cannot offer you anything, (Y/N). Nothing. Look at
me. Look at the nerd. You should break up with me. You’re better without me…”
fuck?! No! I’m not leaving you, Marcel. For god’s sake, tell me what happened!”
happened, okay?!” He screamed, making my body flinch in shock. As he realized that
he scared me off, he shared an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”
Jason tell you?” I asked him. Actually, he didn’t have to answer because I knew
exactly what Jason did to him. That prick was supposed to be my boyfriend a long
time ago but also was known as the bully at our grade. He mostly wasted his
time humiliating people in front of others but the only person who suffered a
lot under his attacks was unfortunately Marcel.
was different that the others. He was labeled as the nerd in school but I didn’t
care. I actually found him cute since the moment I saw him. The way he looked
didn’t bother me at all, I knew Marcel was a good person from the inside. His
nerdy and funny demeanor drew me to him and I slowly noticed myself falling for
him. Marcel was special, he was unique in his own way and I appreciated that he
wasn’t like every other student in our school.
nobody knew Marcel because they never gave him a chance to prove himself.
Nobody except for me knew the gentle soul that had been hiding behind those
“I know you
don’t want to talk about this but whatever Jason had told you baby, don’t
believe him He can be manipulative, you know that. I love you, really love you.
With all my heart.”
his forehead gently and felt Marcel’s stiffened body calming down from his outburst.
With my thumps, I wiped away every tear that made its way out of his
mesmerizing green eyes that I learned to love and adore.
baby.” I tried to comfort him. “I’m gonna prepare a nice bath for you, what do
think about that, hmm?” I stood up and stretched my arm out from him to grab
it. “Sounds nice to you?”
by nodding his head, sniffling and after I ordered him to take off his clothes
carefully because I didn’t want him to hurt himself, I went back to the
bathroom and prepared a nice and hot bath for my frustrated and poor boyfriend.
I threw a pink bath bomb which was Marcel’s favorite and after everything was
done, he was allowed to enter the bath tub. Gently and carefully, I helped him
to sit down. He leaned back, closing his eyes, while I took a place at the edge
of the tub.
I let my
fingers slid between his, intertwining our hands. While Marcel let himself
drown in relaxation, I took my time to observe his side profile adoringly. If
anyone would be sitting right next to me, would have witnessed the huge amount
of love that I shared for him in my eyes. I was very open about my feelings for
him and never failed to show them. Affectionate kisses in front of others,
gently brushing my hand against his, clinging onto his body like he was the only
important resource for my existence, I did all of them and I wasn’t ashamed. He was so endlessly pure and beautiful,
angel-like even, and he didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was being
treated. If anyone deserved the entire universe, it was definitely Marcel.
traced the outline of his sharp jaw line tenderly, sensing the muscles tensing
under my touch. He leant into my sweet gesture. “Beautiful.” I whispered.
Taking his injured hand, I placed kisses on each of his knuckles.
beautiful to me, Marcel. No matter what others think about you, it won’t stop
me from loving you. You’re not worthless, how can you even think that? You are
important to me and to your family. You don’t have to be popular or have a
reputation to be loved. You’re amazing just the way you are, my love, and I
never want you to forget this. You’re worth it, you’re worth my love and the
effort that I put into our relationship.”
tear slid along his face. “You made me the happiest girl alive and I’m so
grateful to call you mine, Marcel. You make me feel nothing but special like
nobody has. I can’t just give someone like you up so easily. I would die if I
lost you. My heart couldn’t handle a separation because you have it. You own my
heart. Every single part of you owns my heart, Marcel. I love you.”
you, too.” He responded, his voice shaking slightly.
want you to cut yourself ever again, you hear me? You won’t harm your body over
a thing like this. You have to promise me Marcel. You’re not only hurting
yourself but also me.”
try, promise.” He mumbled.
for your, baby. Anytime.” I leaned forward to catch his lips with mine. I
kissed him hard and passionate, putting all my emotions into that one single
kiss. After we pulled away for air, I decided to wash his body and saw that worry
and doubt was drifting off of him.
water started to turn cool, I let him get out and helped him getting dressed
into a sweatshirt and sweatpants.
with me?” He asked innocently and I could do nothing but to agree to it.
laid, in each other’s arms, safe and secure, letting nothing but joy and
laughter getting in between us. Jason would pay for what he did, for messing up
with Marcel and he was going to pay hard for it. I was going to make sure that
he never took a chance to attack him. If someone was very protective over him,
then it was me.
(Y/N).” Marcel mumbled against my neck. His breath on my skin caused goose
bumps on my entire body. “Thank you so much. I love you.”
you, too, handsome. So much. Remember, you’re worth everything.”
Also called: The Marcel Smut (maybe part 1/? let me know) Prompt: Harry, pitifully called Marcel as a sour joke, is a nice, young, straight-A student, with a bully and what he thinks is an unattainable crush on his bully’s ex, whom he thinks too much about, in the worst possible moments.
(FROM THE IDEA THAT THESE GIFS LOOK LIKE A DISHEVELED MARCEL HAVING A WANK.)
In which Harry Marcel Styles is having a hard day. Quite literally.
For Harry, getting up was the easy part of the day. He’d open his green eyes and analyse his blurry surroundings. It wasn’t after he slid on his glasses that he could tell apart the blobs of color. His small cactus on the edge of his desk, the guitar resting on the corner, the stack of papers next to his bed, and his meds on the bedside table as well. Flipping over on the bed he’d groan and stretch, and then proceed to scratch any itch. The typical, don’t act like you don’t do it too. The first thought that came to his mind was the one that determined pretty much the rest of his day.
Was it raining outside? Meant he’d have to carry his shitty umbrella, the one he still owns because he’s had no time to replace with all the club meetings and exams from the previous semester. Maybe this year he can get a new one.
Or maybe it was sunny. He would mentally prepare himself for the heat he’d feel due to the mandatory vest he had to wear for his part-time job.
A/N: I honestly hate myself for this! I cried my eyes out, even imagining this hurt so much! Enjoy and leave your comments behind! I may do a little bonus part! Depends on you guys! Picture is not mine!
I slam the door behind
me as I enter my bedroom, leaning against it. My body feels numb and I have no strength
left in me anymore. My eyes are red and swollen from the uncountable tears I’ve
shared no long time ago and all I do feel is pain. An unimaginable pain that kills
me from the inside. An unimaginable pain that stabs me like thousand knives. An
unimaginable pain that tears me apart. My legs no longer can hold me steady and
I slid down the door, wrapping my arms around them and starting to sob again.
How can my day end like this?
night turned out to be my worst nightmare. I still cannot process everything
that happened in the last few hours. Everything went so fast and I couldn’t
prevent it from happening. I have struggled with all my might but I wasn’t
strong enough. I wasn’t strong enough to protect him. I wasn’t strong enough to
keep him safe. I have literally failed.
Why? Is all
I can think about. Why did it happen? Why did I have to lose him? Why? Why?
begins to ache as I scream out this question over and over again. Over and over
again until I cannot handle it anymore and my vocal cords feel sore. I weigh my
body back and forth, back and forth, trying to calm down but I can’t. The pain,
oh the pain in my chest is too heavy. I feel like I’m dying. I feel like
someone knocked the air out of my lungs. I feel like someone ripped my heart
out of my chest, stomping on it in front of my eyes.
I want him
back, just want him back. His kiss that he gave me for the last time still
lingers on my lips. The feeling of his arms wrapping around my waist is still present.
His beautiful scent, I can smell it like he’s right next to me. But he isn’t,
not anymore. I will never see him again.
never have the chance to kiss him again. To feel him and to talk to him all day
long. All these chances are taken away from me. No more hugs, no more late
night calls, no more “I love you’s” escaping from his beautiful lips. If I had
known what the night would turn into, I would have never agreed to go to this
darkness of my room is a perfect contrast to what I feel now. Empty. My other
half is gone, leaving me alone with emptiness and a broken heart.
and choking, I tug at my hair. I try to erase the memory from this night, but I
fail. That moment, that horrible moment is burnt deep in the back of my head. I
think it’s my fault even though I know it’s not. I take the whole responsibility
of what happened this night even though I shouldn’t. Because I had no control
over what happened. As I open my eyes, I
can see it again, live in front of me. His motionless body.
shake my head heavily. “No! No!” I want these images to leave my mind and never
come back again. I never want to be reminded of the actions of this night.
whimper out. “Please come back to me… please baby…”
-Few hours ago-
“Look at the stars. They’re shining very bright
tonight, don’t you think?” Marcel pointed to the sky. We were strolling over
the huge football field of our school, enjoying each other’s presence. His hand
felt warm in mine as we walked around.
I looked up, staring at the stars that
decorated the dark sky, shining like little diamonds. The wind lightly blew at
our faces and the atmosphere fitted perfectly to the moment I was able to spend
“They’re beautiful.” I commented.
“Just like you, sweetheart.” He answered,
kissing my temple.
“Aww, stop Marcel.” I pushed him gently away,
my cheeks turning red from his compliment.
“But it’s true!” He laughed and pushed me back
against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my face nestled into the
crook of his neck. If you’d asked me, we could have stayed there all night
long, in the middle of the huge football field, like this. Being in each other’s
arms. I felt his strong heart beat against my chest. A wonderful sound that
always calmed me down when I had to deal with anxiety or stress. My fingers
wandered up his neck, playing with the tiny curls that he couldn’t treat with hair
A pleased hum came out from his mouth. “Do you
want to go back to the party?” He asked.
I shook my head no, rather spending some time
with my boyfriend where nobody could disturb us. Also, I had no desire to meet
all those people who had fun with making my Marcel’s life a living hell.
A few of them were supposed to be my best
friends and I felt disgusted that I once hung out with them. I belonged to the
famous students in our school but traded that label against going out with
Marcel. And I didn’t even care. I didn’t care for fame. I didn’t care if the
other’s described me as the nerd’s girlfriend. I was totally content with that
name and I couldn’t complain about it.
“Come on, let’s take a seat.” Marcel suggested,
leading us to the benches. As we sat down, he wrapped his arms around my
shoulders, keeping me warm at the same time. I’ve already gone out with many
but no one ever made me feel like Marcel did. Special.
He treated me the way I need to be treated,
with care, respect and love. Not even my ex Jason, also one of the famous boys
in school, managed to give me those things. We have been dating, yeah, but I
think for him it was more about being the hottest couple in the entire school.
He never gave me the feeling that he was really interested in me. I think worked
more for our relationship than he did.
“I can’t wait to graduate.” I said, leaning on
his shoulder. In a few months, we would finish school. I couldn’t wait for it
any longer. Marcel and I decided to move in together and to study in the same
university. I was so ready to leave everything of this life behind me and to
start a new chapter. I was looking forward for our common future. One day, I
would marry him and we would have lots of children playing in the back yard of
our huge house. Just the thought of it let my heart doing flips. A smile crept
its way on my lips and Marcel noticed.
“What are you thinking about?” He inquired, giving
me a loving kiss on my head. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his
“I’m just imagining our coming future. You and
me as a married couple with children. I’m really looking forward to that
“Oh my pretty angel.” Marcel said. “I can’t
wait for it too. If you ask me, I would want us to marry and having babies now
but we’re too young. First, we have to concentrate on our career. And when the
times there and we both feel ready for it, I will go down on my knees and ask
you to marry me. It’ll be special, I promise.”
“Marcel…” I whispered, tears threatening to
fall down my cheeks. Sometimes, he made me so emotional that I couldn’t help
but tear up about the promises that he makes me.
“Don’t cry my, love.” He responded, wiping away
the single tear that escaped my eye.
“I love you so much, Marcel.” I mumbled,
bending forward to capture his lips with mine.
“I love you too, my angel.” He murmured before
our lips met to a passionate kiss.
Thousand butterflies erupted in my stomach and
I felt tingles running through my entire body, every single part of me felt
alive. Words could not describe how much love I felt for this young man in my
arms. How much I admired and adored him. He was my everything. The air for my
lungs. The reason why I woke up every day and went through life. The reason for
my smile. I would never be able to love somebody else as much as I loved
As we pulled back, a genuine smile decorated
our soft lips.
“Do you want to go home?” He asked and I
nodded. We stood up, his body pressed to my side as we walked along the whole
field to the gate.
And that’s the moment where the nightmare
We noticed someone shouting in the middle of
the night, probably some drunk students from school. There was a party taking
place and everyone was invited. We saw them coming towards us. My nails dug
into Marcel’s arm, an uneasy feeling was overwhelming me.
And as I realized that it was Jason and two of
his friends, I felt more insecure. Normally, I wasn’t afraid of Jason but when
he was drunk, he was someone else.
“Look who we have here!” Jason slurred, he was
completely drunk. “(Y/N) and Marcel! What a lovely surprise! Haven’t expected
you guys to be here! What were you doing?”
His two friends laughed and I rolled my eyes,
clearly had no desire for his stupid behavior.
“Hey Jason.” Marcel said, standing in front of
me like a shield and trying to protect me from my ex boyfriend. “We were about
to go.” We tried to pass the three wasted boys however Jason pushed us back.
“But we just came!” He whined. “Why don’t you
guys stay here and we have a little bit fun, huh?” His eyes wandered down my
body, licking his lips. I felt disgusted and uneasy under his gaze. Marcel held
me closer to himself.
“No thank you.” He spat.”We are going now.” I
admired Marcel’s braveness. I was ashamed that I couldn’t say a single word.
Jason’s eyes turned into a darker shade and it
scared me. He still couldn’t bear the fact that I let him down for Marcel. His
stupid big ego didn’t understand and he refused to let it go and move on. Even
though he knew I had another boyfriend he still chased after me. I knew he
wanted a pay back. He wanted his revenge. And now, his veins filled with
alcohol he made a dangerous appearance.
I felt a firm grip on my wrist, pulling me away
from Marcel. “You can go, Nerd. We will have fun without you, right (Y/N)?”
“Let me go, Jason!” I ordered, trying to get
rid of his grab. But he refused to take his hand off of me.
“Leave my girlfriend alone!” Marcel interfered,
pushing Jason hardly away from me. Jason stumbled back, almost falling to the
ground (he was that drunk), but managed to keep his balance.
“Look at that!” Jason laughed. “The nerd
finally showing his balls! Very cute.”
“Stop it, Jason!” I shouted. I wanted to
prevent a fight between both sides and just go home as soon as possible.
“What?” Jason laughed. It was obvious that he
found it amusing.”C’mon (Y/N), you know I’m better than he is and he’ll ever
be. Come with me and I will make you feel good.”
“It’s not the way you treat a woman, you
asshole.” Marcel said, anger was boiling
in his veins I could tell.
“What did you just say?” Jason shouted,
triggered by the word.
“Asshole. You’re an asshole. That’s what I’ve
said. You’re sick, Jason. You have no respect for woman or for anyone else. You
just care about yourself! And you shall be true man? I feel sorry for you!”
And that was a moment for Jason to explode. No
one was ever allowed to insult or underestimate his masculinity. “You’re going
to pay for this, you fucking wanker!”
He punched Marcel on his nose, making him fall
to the ground.
“Marcel!” I screamed, wanting to help but I was
held back by one of Jason’s friends. He held me tight so I couldn’t escape out
of his arms.
I had to watch how Jason and his other friend
began to beat the shit out of my boyfriend. They wouldn’t stop kicking him. “Stop!”
I cried. “Please stop!” I couldn’t bear to see him getting hurt. Tears wouldn’t
stop streaming down my cheeks, and no matter how much I struggled to get to my
boyfriend, it didn’t worked.
One of them hit Marcel on his chest and he let
out a suffocated sound. It was an agonizing sound in my ears. Marcel had struggles
to breathe. His upper body lifted and fell slowly. And it hit me. Marcel had a heart
issue. They would kill him if they didn’t stop now. “Jason! Please stop! Stop!
You’re going to kill him! Please stop!” I begged and begged and begged but they
ignored me totally.
“That happens when you mess with me!” Jason
grunted, keeping hitting on my boyfriend. Marcel tried to fend off the kicks
but I knew that he became weaker and weaker. His moans and groans burnt
themselves into my mind.
Jason hit his chest again, so hard that Marcel
screamed in pain. “Jason! Stop! Please, I’ll do what you want, please!” I would
do anything he wanted me to. He just should release my Marcel.
As the two guys kicked him for the very last
time, one of the kicks hit his chest right were his heart was, Marcel’s eyes
met mine and I screamed so loud that probably the whole world heard me. He
stopped moving, laying there motionless.
As Jason and his friends realized that Marcel
wasn’t moving anymore, they fled. The boy, who held me back the entire time,
pushed me to the ground and run away. I landed hard on my knees, tears
streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks and I crawled on all fours to Marcel.
“No… No.. no no no.” I sobbed. His beautiful
face was covered in blood and bruises. His glasses were broken. He looked
terrible. “Marcel…” I whimpered, shaking his body. My fingers went to his
pulse, checking it. I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t there anymore. Shock went
through my body. I checked it again but I didn’t feel it. “No…” I didn’t want
to believe it. He couldn’t be. He couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be dead.
“No, Marcel. Don’t do this to me, please!” I
tried to revive him, pushing on his chest, checking up his pulse. I never received
a respond. No matter how much I tried. “Don’t do this to me, Marcel. Don’t die
on me! Don’t die on me! Come on! Please!”
I was a crying mess, not wanting to believe
that I’ve lost the love of my life. I watched him die, taking his last breath
in the worst way ever. “Marcel, baby, don’t do this to me! Don’t die on me
baby, please!” I kissed his forehead. His cheeks. His lips. Hoping he would
open his mesmerizing green eyes again. “You promised Marcel, we were going to
marry! You wanted to propose to me one day, asking me to be your wife. You can’t
let this go! Don’t leave me alone, my love, I’m begging you!” I buried my face
in the crook of his neck, my neck wetting his soft skin. “Marcel… What am I
going to do without you?! Baby, you can’t die, you can’t leave me alone! Wake
up please!” I screamed over and over again. “Please!”
As much as it hurt, I knew he would never come
back to me again. My baby, my Marcel was an angel now.
“I love you…
I love you so much, Marcel.” I sobbed, staining my pillow with my tears. It
hurt. It hurt so fucking damn much. Even lying in my bed hurt. There have been
so many memories in here and I felt trapped in my own bedroom. Without him,
living made no sense anymore. Without him, living was not worth it. Without
him, I will never find love again.
No one really notices Marcel Styles. In fact, Marcel’s so invisible that if his teachers don’t call on him in lessons - and they rarely do - Marcel can go whole days without speaking to anyone other than his mum, his sister, Gemma, his cat, Dusty and the school librarian, Alma. And if he just so happens to have a tiny, miniscule crush on the footie captain, Louis Tomlinson, well, that’s no one’s business but his own. Until Louis notices him back.
Marcel receives an invitation to his ten year high school reunion, which brings up some painful memories of his youth. His lifelong best friend and roommate, Louis, is as supportive and kind as ever, but Marcel still has hesitations. Louis was Prom King. Marcel…was not. Will Marcel make the reunion a night to remember with his former classmate, Zayn, who is newly wealthy, handsome, and reveals his childhood crush on Marcel? Or will Louis finally realize what everyone else has known all along?
Marcel’s not sure what the draw is for Louis, but he finds himself looking forward to it, glancing out into the hall several times an hour to see if Louis might be walking by. Louis is just – he’s magnetic, like he’s got his own gravitational field around him, and it makes Marcel’s stomach jump around nervously just being around him, but it only takes him a few days to realize how much he likes that feeling, the hitch in his chest he gets when he spots Louis across the office and smiles at him.
Marcel is Harry’s younger brother, and charming Harry is overprotective of his anxiety-ridden brother. When Harry’s best mate Louis shows an interest in his nerdy little brother, Harry isn’t prepared to let him near. But it’s hard for Harry to keep track of those two when he has enough trouble trying to figure out what the hell is going on with him and Zayn and their secretive relationship. Harry is Marcel’s big brother and he loves that he looks out for him, especially since he sucks at taking care of his own bullies, but when Harry’s tattooed friend takes an interest in him, he’d really rather Harry just backed off. Marcel had accepted his sexuality a while ago, but he’d never actually been able to … test the theory, and that’s what he really wants to do with this blue-eyed boy.